BASALT ANDERSON
{Events unfold at Bas' cabin.}
Wolf's howl stopped Bas from taking another step. Relief rushed through him and dissipated the tension bunching his shoulders.
He waited, watching the edge of the woods. Since he was a bear shifter, his other senses were better than a human's, including his vision.
He saw the trees sway, their scraggly branches reaching up as if to touch the thickening gray clouds. There. Her gray fur blended in with the forest landscape, but the big purple bag clenched in her teeth stood out like a beacon.
What had she found?
Wolf ambled to the porch and lowered the bag at his feet. He knelt and hugged her, running his hands along her thick fur. She allowed his affection for a moment, then slipped out of his embrace and nosed the bag, looking at him expectantly.
"Okay, girl. What did you bring me?"
Bas noticed the holes cut in the top. What was in here that had gotten Wolf's attention? Foreboding clenched his stomach as he unzipped the bag.
